Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

Chapter 20: Little Beast, Short for B

"Boss, we've done as you told us. Can we go now?"

The man on the other end of the phone sounded menacing as he warned them, "Donate all this money to charity. If you keep even a penny, you know the consequences."

The hooligans wouldn't dare to defy him!

If they had known that the seemingly vulnerable young girl had someone powerful backing her up, they wouldn't have dared to harass her, not for all the world.

They were angry with Linda and they were determined to settle the score with her later.

The man snorted and hung up, and then he sent a message to Elizabeth.

Driving on the overpass, Elizabeth squinted her eyes, looking at the scenery outside until her phone buzzed, catching her attention.

"The people have been taught a lesson. They've deeply realized their mistakes and are committed to doing more charity work in the future."

Elizabeth quickly typed her response, "Okay."

"You strive to learn well to be a good person and come back soon."

Elizabeth, "What?"

"Sorry, you strive to be a good person and come back soon."

Elizabeth was speechless.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and her face was solemn.

Then, she added the other party to the blacklist.

The other party who could no longer send messages felt puzzled.

And he felt quite wrong.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Alexander glanced at Elizabeth, who had been well-behaved since getting into the car.

She sat casually, staring at her phone with an emotionless expression. Her skin was so pale it seemed to reflect light, making Alexander momentarily question: Was Elizabeth really from the countryside?

Thinking about what had just happened, the corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile.

Observing the quiet "little girl," who was actually quite fierce and brave, he couldn't help but comment: "Little beast, short for little B."

"Little B; Baby."

Alexander muttered to himself in a very low voice.

"It rolled off the tongue pretty well and was also quite fitting.

"Have you heard about that Mr. Lawrence is back in Metro City. Many people are inquiring about him. Should we send him a gift too? Stay in the loop."

Samuel, who was driving, broke the silence.

For some reason, ever since the young lady in the back got into the car, he had the inexplicable feeling that even breathing was a sin.

"How about a set of cutting tools?" Alexander shifted his gaze from Elizabeth and responded indifferently.

Elizabeth blinked and the corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Samuel choked a bit before kindly warning, "If you dare send what you mentioned, who knows if his team of research fanatics will strap you to an experimental table and dismember you?"

Alexander's voice was icy, "Stop being melodramatic."

"Fine, I know you're formidable. Who in Metro City would dare mess with you? They'd be signing their own death warrants," Samuel continued, "Do you have a vendetta against him?"

"No vendetta," Alexander spoke calmly.

It was just that when he was sixteen, his family wanted Mr. Lawrence to be his mentor. However, he was rejected because Mr. Lawrence had never seen someone so unintelligent.

For a while, people in his family used this as a reason to ridicule him.

Of course, as he grew older, he put those detractors in their place.

Still, from that moment on, the young genius Alexander had considered that Mr. Lawrence was a sworn enemy.

Something seemed to occur to Samuel, and he laughed oddly, "I heard Mr. Lawrence isn't a man but a beautiful woman. Are you not interested?"

"Probably a wrinkled old granny."

Alexander said casually, glancing toward the back seat. His eyes met Elizabeth's dark and bright eyes and a thought crossed his mind.

Was Mr. Lawrence prettier than her?

Was Mr. Lawrence more pleasant to look at than her?

Why did her little face suddenly turn so serious as if she had a deep-seated grudge against him?

Had he seen it wrong?"

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